I guess that means I should, too. But first, my laptop needs to charge and my brain needs to lock into study mode, so I shake out the jump rope and start skipping.
Within ten seconds, Viv’s shooting me a death glare.
“It helps me concentrate, I swear,” I tell her.
“Yeah?” she asks, crossing the room and sidling up next to me. “Then what’s the last thing you read?”
“Oh, uh,” I’m wracking my brain for a random fact, but Viv knows me too well. She runs her finger over the track pad of my computer, but all she gets is a black screen.
“It needs a charger. It’s totally dead,” I say, pleading my case.
She shuts my laptop, then turns to me, her expression blank. “Get on the bed.”
Every fucking thing she does turns me on. “Oh, shit. Are you going to spank me?” I ask, kinda hoping the answer is yes. “Am I in trouble?”
“You love trouble,” Viv says. “Now, get on the bed. And don’t forget the jump rope.”
13
Mickey
Damn. Viv doesn’t have to tell me twice. I probably break the world record for crossing a distance of about four feet. Maybe no one’s ever calculated it, but they shouldn’t even bother. No one can beat my time, not when it comes to doing what Viv wants or needs.
She’s in no rush, though. She’s standing next to the bed letting her gaze rake up and down my body as though she’s got all the time in the world.
“Lose the shorts,” she tells me, my thumb’s hooking into the waistband before the last word is out of her mouth. My shorts hit the floor with a soft thud, but I barely hear it. I’m too busy watching Viv’s eyes light up. She doing this whole take-charge thing and I fucking love it, but she can’t hold back her smile at the sight of my naked body.
I’m no stranger to nudity. Honestly, I’m comfortable in my own skin, and if I had to choose, I’d rather go without clothes on a regular basis. It’s not just the choices and the laundry I find overwhelming. Sometimes the fabric just feels too heavy, too confining. That probably sounds ridiculous since I usually just wear tees and shorts. I’ll wear a hoodie if it’s really cold outside.But, yeah, if I could join a nudist colony, I probably would, on one condition: there could only be two members, and Viv would be the other one.
It’s safe to say I’ve gotten my fair share of attention the past few years for the way I look. I’m not bragging, just stating facts. And while I won’t complain about the time I got passed around a sorority house like a sampler platter, one thing was clear. Girls wanted me for the way I looked. They’d fawn over my muscles and fangirl over my washboard abs. And they’d freak the hell out over my junk. They wanted to make out with me. They wanted to know if I could use what I’ve been blessed with. They wanted to test the dexterity of my fingers and lips.
But none of those women ever really wantedme. They never wanted to have a conversation or binge-watch a TV show. No one asked about my day or asked if they could vent about theirs.
No one but Viv.
I know we’re not together, that we’re just having fun, but the heat in her eyes right now tells me she wants me just as much as I want her. I don’t think she’s mad that our study session was cut short. Nope. She doesn’t look irritated at all. Her eyes are heavy, and her lips are parted. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s running her index finger along the scooped neckline of her off-the-shoulder crop top. I know just by looking at her and listening to her breathe that her body is humming with need. I know that when I slide my hand between her legs, I’m going to find her wet and slick. I know her nipples are hard and they’re begging for my attention. I know she’s trying to decide exactly what she wants to do to me now that I’m sprawled out on my bed. She licks her lips and I’d bet just about anything that she’s thinking about wrapping her mouth around my dick.
It’s impossible to hide my response to her, and I wouldn’t, even if I could. I want her to know what she does to me. It’s not just her body that turns me on, it’s everything: her mind,her sass, her sense of humor, her endless energy that damn near matches my own.
“Since your laptop needs to charge,” she says, running the jump rope through her hands like she’s testing its strength, “then it seems like we have some extra time on our hands. I wonder what we should do?”
The look in Viv’s eyes tells me me she already has plans for us, but fuck me if I don’t love how playful she is, so if she’s baiting me, I’m going to bite. “Got anything in mind?” I ask. My hands are itching to reach for her, and my dick is damn near weeping, but this is her show and I can’t wait to see how it plays out.
Her answering smile tells me I’m about to be in for a good fucking time. “Well, apparently, you can’t focus without this jump rope, right?”
I nod because she’s right, but also because I’ll agree to absolutely anything Viv says.
“I want your focus on me, Mickey. I want you to watch me go down on you. I want your eyes on me as I suck your cock. I want to hear every noise you make. I don’t want to miss a moan or a sigh or a muttered curse. I don’t want you to be distracted by anything. I want you to feel all of it—every suck, every lick, every taste. I fucking love putting my mouth on you. It gets me so damn wet.”
Her words are so hot that it’s impossible for me to stay still. Reaching my arms out, I grip her around the waist and pull her onto the bed. Viv might be calling the shots here, but I need her right here next to me while she issues her commands and bends me to her every whim.
She’s so fucking beautiful that I can’t tear my eyes off her. She’s wearing tiny little shorts and a tinier sports bra, but I still can’t wait for her to take them off. I need to feel every inch of her skin on mine. But I’m not calling the shots here, so if wants totorture me by staying dressed a little while longer, that’s just fine with me.
“You’re getting distracted,” she scolds, clicking her tongue before licking her full lips. “But it’s okay, because now I know how to get you back on track.”
I can barely think straight as Viv straddles me, her center grazing over my dick. I’m dying to pump my hips up to meet her sweet little pussy. The thin fabric of her shorts and thong would be the only barrier between us, but that just means we’re still in bounds for the rule we set. I want to rock my body against hers. I want to know if she’s soaked through those flimsy little bottoms she’s wearing.
But when I hear the soft hiss of the jump rope as Viv pulls it through her hands, I realize she’s got other ideas.
